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A New Life-The Tale of a Teenage Slave and his Pre-teen Master,
Revised
The following story is fictional. The intention of it is to be read by
those *ages 18 and older.* If you are not old enough, please leave. All
of the characters that I have in this story are completely imaginary
and are not real in any way. If you happen to find similarities to the
characters described here with other people, then it is purely
coincidental. Please note that I got this idea and basically the whole
Part One to New Neighbors Chapter 12. Much credit goes to the creator
of it. It was a very good story, and I just had to take ideas from it,
and I'm not very original! :P But don't worry-the next part will
be much more original! Enjoy!
Anyways, here's the story-a tale about the narrator (first person,
"me," becoming a slave to his dead younger brother's best friend.
------------------------PART ONE--------------------------
It was a three-day weekend for all the middle and high school students.
Therefore, I had Friday off-and so did my dead brother's best
friend.
You see, one month before this story began my brother died at age 13
(he had just turned it the month before). His best friend, Trevor, who
would be 12 less than two months later, was, like me, very upset. And
so, seeing that he was my brother's best friend and that I was his
brother, our parents decided to have us spend the weekend together,
hanging out, at my house when my parents and his parents were away (at
my house). They knew that we hadn't gotten along in the past, but
figured we would get closer and help each other, considering the death.
I was a mid-16-over three years older than them both.
That Friday morning I woke up at about 9:30, not knowing that Trevor
had entered the house. So I stepped into the shower, and when I got out
and started to dry my naked body, I found that Trevor was sitting on my
bad attached to my bathroom, where I was drying off. In addition to him
being here four hours earlier than he was supposed to (and didn't
wake me up)-his friend was supposed to drop him off at 1:30-I found
it extremely odd that he was sitting in my room, looking at
me-watching me dry off. It seemed rather perverted, but I figured
something else was at hand.
I was startled when I finally realized his presence. "Woah-what are
you doing here so soon?" I said. "You're not supposed to be here
for four hours!"
"I told my friend I had to be here now. One night when Phil slept over
we saw each other's dicks. We talked and he said you had a small
dick-one smaller than mine. I didn't believe him, and I had to see
for myself. What better time than this?" Trevor said, gloating.
This statement put me on the defensive. "The size of my dick is not
your concern! Now get out of here!" I started to object.
"Normally I wouldn't care if you were hung like a horse, or small as a
little boy-except that he told me what you said about MY COCK-that
I could do anything I want to you and with you if my cock was bigger
than yours," the 12-year-old smirked, as he already knew the answer.
I cringed, remembering the conversation I had with my brother. I
quickly covered myself by wrapping the towel around my waste. Instead
of the large bath-sized towel that I could wrap around my waist and
stay on my body without me using my hands, it barely lapped over
itself. "It was a joke!" I shouted. It half was, half wasn't, to
be honest.
"That's not what he told me," Trevor gloated, reaching down at
his pants. I was in *no way* gay. I just heard all these stories around
school about girls and guys with bigger cocks and stuff. Yeah, it made
me...I can't explain it, but I wasn't gay. He then said, "So,
like two elementary school students we will compare the size of our
cocks," Trevor stated as he pulled down his zipper and fished out his
man-meat.
I couldn't help but stare, but it wasn't like I had any choice. If
someone stands in your bedroom and shows you their private parts it's
rather implied that you just look. It was much larger than my own, the
cock of this young boy. I was shocked at how big it was. There was no
doubt about it-it was thick and cut and had to be at least 7 inches
*semi-hard*. I looked up at him and saw that nasty smirk on his face
that said, "I've got you beat."
"Lose the towel," he stated.
It was not a request, but rather an order. I hesitated and wanted to
object, but he knew that I was caught off guard.
"What's the matter? Don't think you're man enough to compare?" he
insulted me. "Drop the towel and show it off."
I let it slip to my ankles. I didn't know what was happening to me. I
hated this kid and knew that it would be an embarrassment, but for some
reason I felt obligated to obey him and his commands.
Trevor let out a laugh. It was part snicker and part sneer when he
said, "Is that all you got?"
My deceased brother's best friend was humiliating me--yet much to my
dismay, my dick started to grow. I was getting hard standing naked in
front of him. This wasn't what I intended for the
weekend-full-fledged embarrassment. I was, considering that I would
have to spend more time with him in the future, hoping to work out our
differences and actually have a fine weekend. But that, I knew, was
impossible.
"Its' getting bigger-good news! What have you got there - 4 inches?"
Trevor accused.
"5 or 6, when it gets hard," I retorted.
"I doubt it," Trevor laughed.
It was getting at least 5 inches--maybe six, depending on how you
measure it. But this situation was embarrassing. My thoughts were of
our past interactions-how much I hated him from the start. But I
started to see something in my mind, and this cocky
just-turned-teenager was reading it in all its scrambled state.
"So I guess I was wrong about two elementary school boys comparing
cocks. I guess I should have compared one man and one schoolboy. Does
my cock look like a boy's or a man's? Look at it. It's bigger soft
than your little pecker is hard-and you're fucking 16 and I'm
fucking 12! How does that make you feel?" Trevor asked, forcefully.
"I feel weak," I answered, weakily and sadly. I didn't know what
was happening to me-I actually felt weak in front of
Trevor-something I hadn't ever done, despite his reputation in the
middle school!
"Kneel down and look at it closer," he ordered, pointing at his feet
with one hand while the other gripped his cock and balls.
I fell to my knees. I didn't understand what was happening.
"Well?" he said. "What are you waiting for? You want it, don't
you?" Trevor asked.
"Want it?" I inquired, not knowing what he was talking about.
"You're in 11th grade and I'm in 7th and you don't know what
*want it* means!?" He paused, laughing. "Well, I should expect
that-considering your lack of relationships because of your dick
size." Trevor laughed, accusingly. "Kiss it. Suck it. Please it."
I gulped as I stared up at his dangling flesh, processing what he had
said, and nodded, oddly. What was happening to me?
"Beg me. Tell me that since I am bigger than you are I can do whatever
I want to you and with you-that you'll do whatever I want. Show me
that you are what Phil said you were-a pussy boy. Suck it," he
commanded, forcefully.
"Please, Sir, may I have your cock?" I begged, as ordered.
"Tell me who is superior male: a younger, stronger, vivacious man like
me or the pussy who is going to suck me off?" he taunted again.
"You are superior to me," I said, cringing--but deep down in my
subconscious that's what I believed. I realized that that penis envy
men claim women want was really what GUYS WANT. They want to stand up
in the locker room and wave their manhood around for all to see. They
want to impress the female with full balls, allowing more fluid to
impregnate them. They want the muscles and trim looks that this Trevor
possessed instead of the weak condition that I was in. That's why he,
in 7th grade, had girlfriends as old as 14 and I had none. All of this
weighed heavily on my mind and caused me to submit to his rule. In my
eyes, if I were to fight this arrogant pre-teen I would have lost. He
knew more about so many more things than I did at his age-and did at
the age I was, which was rather backwards.
Everything in the world pointed to my downfall - my total emasculation.
I became his BOY. The mere fact that he was starting to call me a boy
just made it all the more clear in my mind. I belonged on my knees
before this 12-year-old. It was my job to please him. I must suck that
cock of his, and make it squirt the little bit of substance inside of
him on me or down my throat. It didn't matter, so long as I showed him
that I was inferior.
"Good boy! You can recognize the superior male in the house. From now
on you do what I say," Trevor said as he waved his now growing erection
in my face. "If you're a BOY, what does that make me?" he continued
to taunt.
"Master," I replied. I didn't understand what was happening to me.
For some reason I had to submit to his will. He was the one with the
now 8 inches of male meat, and there was nothing I could do to stop
him, I felt. I felt powerless against him. I had to obey him. I had to
do what he wished, despite my hatred.
"Good Boy! Now you can have your reward. I know that you want it. You
love to suck guys off, don't you boy?" Trevor tormented
I began to suck his prick, and Trevor kept on intimidating me with more
remarks.
"You look good on your knees. You're a weak pathetic little boy, who
adores big powerful guys like me-and you know it. I'll bet you dream
of me at night. Is that why you are afraid of me having sex with any
girl, as your brother told me? You wanted me for yourself. You wanted
to suck my cock. You were just jealous of a girl getting to it before
you did."
That remark made my blood start to boil, but inside I figured that he
was right. Really I didn't want my brother getting into the sex scene
at such a young age, but I, in my scrambled state, rationalized what
Trevor was saying.
The *man* had a cock that was larger than my own. Unfortunately, most
of the men over 11 years old were bigger than me. I didn't like the
fact that any girl had been here first. Maybe he took someone's
virginity? But even that remark didn't stop me from sucking and
pleasing that firm cock in my mouth.
Trevor grunted, and then let loose with a whole lot of cum, flooding my
throat till it ran down my chin. (I was amazed at how much he had in
him. I didn't have NEARLY that much when I was his age. Hell, I had
pretty much nothing. But that only added to my new beliefs.) He liked
the sight of it. Some of it leaked out of my mouth and on the bathroom
floor.
"Boy: clean that up!" Trevor pointed at my knees where the drops had
fallen.
I went to move from that spot to get the towel I had used to dry
myself, and he disliked that idea.
"Boy, when I say clean that up, I mean with your mouth. I want to see
you lick it up."
I obeyed.
Then he put his cock away and strolled out into my room. "Don't bother
getting dressed; just follow me."
As I stepped into my own room I saw, out in the hall, a girl of 13.
Trevor's girlfriend, no doubt. She strolled into the bedroom from the
hallway with a collar and a leash in her hands.
"Well?" she asked, smiling at her boyfriend.
"Just like Phil said--he saw it, knew he was inferior, and sucked the
better man off," Trevor told his girlfriend whom I found really quite
pretty.
"You let him bring you off already?" She stated with disappointment.
"Yeah - wasn't that the plan?" Trevor asked
"You were supposed to just SHOW him your cock and make him beg a
little. Show him who's in charge now. I wanted to watch him do you."
His girlfriend, Meagan, frowned at her plan going a bit wrong. "Now if
I let him suck you off, there won't be enough left for me."
"Baby, there is always enough for you!" Trevor gloated as he cupped his
cock and balls through his pants.
"Bring him over here," Meagan told Trevor while pointing to me. "I have
a present for him."
"Kneel down," Meagan told me.
I obeyed.
Meagan handed him the leash and collar. Trevor then snickered, holding
out his collar, "Beg to be my slave, Boy."
I just couldn't do it. Of course I was not in the best position to
object - but it just didn't feel right. I was naked - on my knees - in
the middle of my own bedroom, but I had trouble going through with it.
I looked up at Trevor-whom I had disliked for so, so long--and then
to his beautiful girlfriend and started to object.
"This is wrong, guys. This has gotta stop." I started to rise to my
feet. I covered my crotch with both hands and told them, "I am older
than you both-old enough to be in a position of power over *you*.
I'm not your slave for you to order around and abuse. You are still
younger than me and so you, Meagan, and this young man both have gotta
leave our house." I was careful not to call him young boy; after all,
he was more of a man than I was. But deep inside I couldn't let another
part of my life fall into disaster.
"Despite what you might think," Trevor responded, "I always
wanted to look up to you - to think that because you were my *best
friend's big brother* that you were a BIG MAN. But what I found out
was that you really were just a BOY. And MANS' BOY - a pussy licker and
a cock sucker to boot," Trevor scolded me.
I wanted to rebut all the things he said, but I couldn't think of any
words. Before I could collect my thoughts from his cutting words Meagan
motioned to Trevor to pull out his dick.
"Johnny, look at Trevor's dick. Doesn't it look big? Real men have big
muscles and real men have big dicks. Look at how full his balls
are--even after you sucked some of his juice from them. Put your hands
to your sides so we all can see what a cute little dick you have,"
Meagan instructed. I was further embarrassed in front of these younger
kids.
I dropped my hands from my crotch and stared at his cock.
"Johnny BOY, Look at Trevor's masculine meat." She smiled as she saw me
eye his crotch. "He has a real cock - 8 or 9 inches of meat for you.
You want his meat, don't you?"
I couldn't help it. She was right. I did want it. My eyes glazed over
and I couldn't think of anything but his cock.
"Trevor has a superior cock, don't you think?" Meagan teased
"Yes, he has a superior cock," I mumbled.
"You want it, don't you Johnny Boy!" Meagan taunted, loving this. I
didn't really even know her, yet...
"Yes," I answered.
"Yes MISTRESS Meagan and YES MASTER Trevor, I want his masculine cock,"
Meagan corrected me. She, I would later understand, had told her
parents that she was going to spend a girls weekend having a
weekend-long slumber party at a friend's house, lasting from Friday
to Sunday. Well, that was, in a way, it, considering that her
friend-her boyfriend-Trevor controlled the house, at least
temporarily, but things would be far different from what she told them.
"Yes Mistress Meagan, I want his masculine cock." I was in a fog. I
could see the smirk on her face, and his, as they both knew I was
defeated, but I couldn't do anything about it. I could see Trevor
watching closely as I sank to my knees and looked at his large manhood
that he was gripping and holding out for my attention.
"Wow, it really works on him. One minute he is bold as hell (even for a
naked person in front of two clothed pre-teens), and the next he's
down on his knees staring at your cock." Meagan was amazed. "Now...beg
to be collared." She had no reason to dislike me, and yet was really
getting into it.
"Please, Master Trevor," I began to *beg*. Please collar me as your
slave. I wish to be your collared slave." I spoke as if in a dream.
"Great!" Meagan said, jumping and clapping her hands fast. "Show
him the tag," She then told Trevor, loving her role. When he held it in
front of my eyes, she said, "What does it say?"
"Trevor's Boy," I read.
"That's right. Now, tell us WHY it says that," Meagan ordered.
"Because I *am* Master Trevor's boy," I replied.
Trevor said, "Good boy," and Meagan said, triumphantly, "Yes,
you're now Trevor's boy. It may take a while to get used to being
his slave, but I know you will worship him, because he has a bigger
cock. He's a bigger man than you are. So you are going to be his
BOY."
Trevor then the collar around my neck. It looked like a typical leather
dog collar, with a D ring to hook a leash to and a silver dog tag in
the shape of a heart stating "Trevor's Slave."
Trevor gloated, and waved his meat in front of my face. I tried to kiss
it; I even tried to suck it. But he just dick slapped me across one
cheek and then the other.
Trevor gloated again, proclaiming, "I'm in charge now, and from now on
you will do as I say. Wear that collar at all times. Since I say it,
that's exactly what you will do."
The thought never even occurred to me that I couldn't wear the collar
at school or around my parents, something that would come to me later
on.
Meagan went into my closet and got a tie from my tie rack. She used the
tie to restrain my wrists behind my back. Then she took the leash and
connected it to the collar. She walked me over to the door and threw
the leash over the door so that the handle hung down to the doorknob on
the other side. She slipped the handle over the doorknob, and then
went.
"Tell him to crawl to you," Meagan suggested to Trevor.
Trevor spoke, ordering, "Crawl to me, Boy," and he waved his cock for
me to have.
I dropped to my knees and nearly choked myself. I could just barely
touch my knees to the carpet, because the leash that was thrown over
the door, and hooked to the knob didn't allow me to move any further.
With my hands restrained behind me, I couldn't get my balance to lift
myself back up either. I was helpless. I faced towards my bed, which
had not been made.
"You're going to watch as Trevor fucks me with his big powerful cock.
We're going to show you once and for all that Trevor's a big,
strong man and you're a weak, stupid piece of shit." I believed it,
and nodded my agreement. If a girl thought it, and was his devout
girlfriend, it HAD to be true, I thought. I was a piece of shit.
Nothing more. "Trevor is a better man." I again nodded my
agreement. "But of course you know that already since you already
sucked his cock for him. We've screwed many times, but this time is
special. You get to watch. You get to adore Trevor, as your Master, and
me, as Trevor's girlfriend-your mistress."
The young duo then began to have sex on my bed-something that I could
otherwise never have endorsed or anything, but completely opposed
(underage sex)-and I could do nothing but watch. It was
disgusting-very disgusting-but I had no choice. It only reinforced
my new position--as a slave to kids younger than me-and I masturbated
to both the images and the thoughts of being their slave...for the rest
of my life.
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Next, in the Part Two I'll tell you what happened afterwards and what
happened during the day Saturday-and the night Saturday, in which
they have a special party, putting me and my slavery on display,
forcing me to please their friends-including jerks my age that I knew
and hated with a passion. My mind gets completely changed during Part
Two, and it's very important to read if you want to find out what
happens to me!
Stay tuned, for it'll be a great tale! That's where I get more
original and even better! And thanks again to the New Neighbors writer!
I couldn't have done it without you!